Chapter 7 Routines

There are not many classrooms upstairs in the Foreign Languages ​​Institute today. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the corridor was empty and silent.

Yu Yifeng stepped on the quaint steps to the third floor, the wooden floor made a soft sound, and the usual inconspicuous sound was infinitely amplified at this moment, as if to remind the people on this floor that there was an uninvited visitor.

The uninvited guest Yu Yifeng stopped and was about to look at the floor plan in front of him and search for the location of the grammar classroom where Mu Qing was, when a lock sound suddenly entered his ears:

"Crack!"

The crisp sound echoed in the corridor, Yu Yifeng followed the sound and looked over, just as Mu Qing lowered his head and pulled the key out of the keyhole, picked up the textbook on the umbrella stand at the door, and turned to the other side. Go up the stairs.

Seeing that he turned around and was about to go downstairs, Yu Yifeng did not hesitate, and immediately stopped him: "Mr. Mu!"

Mu Qing paused and looked in the direction of Yu Yifeng.

The dusky afternoon sunlight poured in through the quaint windows of the stairwell, and the window ridges separated the light and plated the old floor with different shades of color. Mu Qing stood in the light and shadow, his body was drawn with a faint golden outline by the sunlight - for a moment, Yu Yifeng suddenly felt that this person did not seem to exist in the real world, but just walked from his side. A large, slightly yellowed oil painting came out.

"The School of Foreign Languages ​​is one of the earliest colleges established by Chaohai University. Its predecessor was the Russian Language School, so the original teaching building is also a pure Russian-style building; although our current teaching building has been rebuilt, it still retains the original style. Our buildings are more cultural and historic...”

Yu Yifeng didn't pay much attention to what the dean of the department had said about the college before; but Mu Qing was wearing rimless glasses and holding a few textbooks in his hands, and the appearance of Si Wenwen standing in the sunlight and looking over at him called him a moment. Understand what a sense of culture and history is.

Mu Qing looked at the man who was obviously stunned for a moment, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, but he was very polite when he opened his mouth, with just the right doubt: "Mr. Yu, what's the matter?"

Yu Yifeng came back to his senses, walked quickly to Mu Qing's side, and said with a smile: "Thank you for what happened this morning."

"It's just a little effort, don't worry about it."

His response was flat, but Yu Yifeng was very interested: "Mr. Mu, are you ready to get off work?"

"Well, my class for today is over."

The two maintained an almost question-and-answer conversation until the descending stairs stopped abruptly and the door on the first floor appeared in front of him, Yu Yifeng asked casually, "It's still early, what is Teacher Mu? Are you planning to go back? Or are there other arrangements?"

Mu Qing stopped and looked at Yu Yifeng: "Mr. Yu, although we met once in the morning, our relationship doesn't seem to be close enough that I need to report the itinerary to you."

There was a touch of alienation in his eyes, and Yu Yifeng's face immediately showed a trace of apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just think you helped me this morning - or it's more appropriate to save me, really I'm grateful; I'm really sorry if I don't do something. So if you don't have any plans next, can I treat you to a meal? It's just a less formal reward, and it's for my conscience You can get by."

Mu Qing looked at his sincere eyes, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be really shaken by his words; but finally shook his head: "I'm sorry, I made an appointment with a friend today."

"Okay." Yu Yifeng showed regret and asked again, "Can it be another day?"

His eyes were too warm, and Mu Qing seemed to be unable to resist, and looked away: "If you really care so much... Then, I have nothing to do after get off work the day after tomorrow, and there are not many classes."

After getting the unexpected progress, Yu Yifeng was in a good mood, and he closed it when he saw it: "Okay, I'll pick you up then, so I won't disturb you for now."

Mu Qing politely said goodbye to him, turned around and walked towards the parking lot. It wasn't until he got into the car that Yu Yifeng was no longer in sight, and then he took out the mobile phone in his pocket. On the screen that was set to silent mode, an incoming call was beating silently.

As soon as the call was connected, Gong Shichen's frantic voice rushed out: "You have a problem!!! Yesterday morning, I haven't answered the phone since it was late, you are going to freeze me!"

Gong Shichen has had several surgeries in the past two days, and he was so busy that he got off work early this afternoon. He quickly sent a message to a few friends and volunteered to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients, saying that he wanted to eat hot pot at night. It only took less than half an hour to buy the ingredients, but it took nearly 20 minutes for Mu Qing to wait, but the person who promised to come to pick him up has long disappeared.

"There's a little delay, I'll go right now, you wait, 5 minutes." Mu Qing said concisely, hung up the phone, started the car, and rushed to the supermarket with the speed limit on the edge.

Gong Shichen originally wore a coat to be handsome, but now he even put on a scarf: "Why don't you come a few minutes late, we are just in time for an evening rush hour, how exciting?"

Mu Qing helped him carry the ingredients into the car: "Forget it, if you can't wait to eat self-heating hot pot in my car, I can't have it in this car."

Gong Shichen said with a pinch of flowers: "Am I the kind of person who doesn't pay attention?"

Mu Qing got in the car and fastened his seat belt, watched him from the rearview mirror tore open a pack of alcohol wipes, wiped his hands and the car door with restraint, and teased: "Indeed, you are so particular that you can't wait for hot pot. All have to be rinsed with medical alcohol."

Gong Shichen glared at him: "If you can say that, next time you see whoever you want, you will talk to him like that in front of you, and see if they will come with you."

He said that he was angry, but Mu Qing suddenly laughed: "If I really talk to him like this, he will probably feel that I have opened up to him, and he will be very happy."

"He?" Gong Shichen keenly grasped the key words, "Isn't it, you found something interesting so quickly?"

Mu Qing thought about his words: "It's not very interesting, but for now, he is indeed more interesting."

"Then you are interested!" After Gong Shichen complained, he couldn't help but wonder, "Where did you meet this one this time? Is it fun?"

"It's what you said last time."

"What did I say last time?" Gong Shichen recalled, suddenly frowned, and looked at Mu Qing with a complicated expression, "Wait a minute, shouldn't it be that one, Yu Yifeng?"

Taking advantage of the red light, Mu Qing stepped on the brakes and gave him a thumbs up: "It's so smart, it's him."

Gong Shichen: ......